But here in NZ we suffer none of that ‘carrion’
This is a Government that, for the first time since the 1960s, is positioning itself to make political capital from the potential deaths of 'ANZAC' troops. As the Australian poet Les Murray once said "Even a crappy old idea like Britannia can start to look pretty good if you pile up enough dead bodies around it".
It’s really hard to deny the historic importance of what Corless, with regional partners (Nesbitt, Wilson, Young etc) did for our fledging industry. In 1977 the live scene was almost dead – in 1983 it was vibrant and as much as we would like to think it was the rise of the indies and post-punk etc, it was primarily because this lot gave people somewhere to play.
All good to know and appreciated. With Audio Culture now conferring something like the final stamp of posterity, poor old Steve Gilpin's entry, under Misex, seems comparatively likewarm. While his brand of punk cabaret might have lacked a certain authenticity for some, surely his pioneering work in taking it to the provinces showed the financially astute that there was a buck to be turned out there.
It seems a lot of those supporting the story were actually there and many had long industry careers and maybe get why this was briefly important. Or maybe it’s rose tinted sentimentality – we are all guilty of that I’m sure.
Or a case of the tail pretending it wagged the dog back then. Surely it’s a story that could have been told without needlessly aggrandising an often self-serving system that arguably took as least as much as it gave back.
I doubt I’m alone in rolling my eyes a bit at Golden Codgers waxing sentimental about the good old days, because in many respects they weren’t that flash.
Left to their own devices they’d have happily perpetuated the kind of entertainment that wouldn’t get in the way of the punters’ drinking. A real pity to see Audio Culture hosting that kind of puff piece.
my addled yet bitter memories
Would the gig at the Station Hotel, with Proud Scum supporting, have been part of that? Someone’s social rugby team seemed to have been providing unpleasantly obtrusive amateur ‘security’. When Chris Knox worked a running commentary into an ad libbed version of Iggy Told Me even the meatheads twigged that they were having the piss taken. Must have been the line about having muscles between their ears.
Everything is contestable. Meaning is potato.
we haven’t had an actual terrorist attack since the 1980s
Assuming that you're referring to the Rainbow Warrior, I rather doubt that Key would consider that a terrorist attack. Thatcher certainly didn't. I recall her angrily cutting short questions from a journalist who had the temerity to suggest that it was.
Succeed in politics and you have many enthusiastic fathers crowding about. Fail and you are that sad, forgotten orphan sitting on the step outside in the rain.
If you’re Kim Dotcom Fairfax will relegate you to, um, Digital Living, in the Technology section.
This whole thing is getting a Sleeping Dogs feel about it.
(I would post a tune….but sadly the soundtrack is unavailable.)
How about the graffiti that Smith discovers when he's dumped in a solitary confinement cell:
To any poor bastard who reads this through
You're up shit creek in a barbed wire canoe
Oops, sorry, already spotted. Thanks Jonathan :)